You Have My Permission To Be Angry

Grouchy? Cantankerous? Easily irritated? All yeses. Just like everyone else, I get angry at weird things for no reason. Just like everyone else, I usually keep a lid on it.

I used to work at a garage that refilled propane tanks. It was important to open up the bleeder valve before you refilled the tank or else explosions might happen. Most of us have our bleeder valves on lock.

I left practicing yoga because of all that “breath through the energy” bullshit. Most of the time it was advice given to me by someone who wasn’t old enough to know anger.

I’ve had strangers scream in my face because I made them angry. One of them suggested I join up with ICE. It was a weird evening.

We should all be allowed to show our anger without fear of having the cops called on us. The more we see it, the less scared of it we would be. The more we can let our anger out the less destructive it can be.

Anger is the root of all the good stuff in the world. All the good art or music or movies are good because they served as an outlet for an energy we deemed unhealthy to let out otherwise.

So, I give you my permission to be angry about whatever it is that makes you angry. Go ahead, let it all out. The trick is to not hurt anyone in the process, or break something that wasn’t yours to break. I would also advise making sure your dogs aren’t around when you do it.

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